Vārdi: Bruisers (The). Molotov. Six Of Them.

There's six of them and only one of me
My back's against the wall and only one good knee
Well here they come and they're closing fast
I better get if I'm going to last
A fight on the street and who's to blame
Working my way through society's game

So I live the way I want, it's got to be a crime
You screwed up your life, now you fuck with mine
The good luck in my life will never stay
Nothing I can do to change my fate
This boredom is driving me insane
I look around and who's to blame
Watching my friends drown in fear
There's nothing left nothing here
Six of them
And only one of me